He was a beautiful animal, she mentally reflected, admiring his sleek, graceful actions. She remembered then that he, too, had come out of the washroom… first, in fact. If only he could talk… for if luscious Karen did have a lover tucked out of sight in there, the handsome brute would have to know who it was. Poor Steve, he'd probably fall apart if he ever suspected; that was the usual result when a new young wife or husband was discovered kicking over the traces. And he was such a loveable darling, too! God, how she wanted to get him into bed for an hour or so… and just maybe, this startling event, whatever, or whoever it might be, was going to make that a reality!

Don was truly going to soar when he found out… but no, she wouldn't say a thing until she was sure! Damn, who could it be? One of the neighbors, maybe? That didn't sound logical though. There were only a few and most of them so much older than Karen… unless she was one of those gals who nursed a secret penchant for older men! Besides, Barbara realized, she, herself, wasn't at all familiar with the couples who lived on the street behind Karen. It could be someone from there, a younger man she'd met over the back fence, or at the shopping center…

The telephone startled the provocatively dressed Barbara and she bounced up to answer it, but never taking her eyes from the house across the way. It would be Don wondering what had happened.

"Hi, babe, we'll tell your loving husband! How did it go?" his deep voice warmly filled her ear.

"My lecherous husband, you mean?"

"Same thing, honey-pot, but let's not banter trifles. What happened? Did you talk to her…?"

"Yes, lover, I did just what you said, including salting the conversation with erotic tales peppered with a few four-letter words," the ravishing Barbara throatily informed, at the same time tracing the smooth erogenous flesh of her full, white inner thigh with narcissistic finger-tips. A little shiver rippled along her spine at the self-taunting.